When you finally know the exact time, you get this tiny rush of control. You can plan your errands, your nap, your dinner. You can tell your partner, “Game’s at 7:05, so I’m grilling at 6:30.” Suddenly, you’re the hero of your own home. You’re the person who knows things, and that feels good.
And look, if you miss the first few innings because you’re stuck in traffic? That’s okay. The Phillies will still be there when you get home. Baseball is patient like that. But knowing the time means you’re present for the good stuff—the crack of the bat, the roar of the crowd, the moment your team pulls ahead. That’s why we care. It’s not just a game; it’s a reason to gather, to cheer, and to laugh.
So go ahead. Check the time. Mark it on your calendar. Tell your friends. And when someone asks you tomorrow, “What time are the Phillies on?” you can smile, look them in the eye, and say, “Don’t worry—I’ve got you.”
Now go enjoy the game. I’ll see you there, probably with a cold drink in hand.
